The footsteps behind you grew louder, and you knew who it was without turning around. Your grip on the straps of your bag tightened. It was always the same, no matter how fast you walked, they always caught up.

"Hey, where do you think you’re going? Got a minute for your favorite senior?" He said while looking down at you

"I just want to go home." You said nervously while trying to get away from them

"Home? Oh, come on, the day isn’t over yet. You’re not too good for us, are you?" He said, mocking you